October 2008

This has nothing to do with the post… I’m just really proud of this picture. Under most circumstances living with a drug dealer is probably a stupid idea. When said drug dealer is the single most unqualified, inconceivably incompetent person on the face of Earth, however, the whole situation changes from idiotic to downright hilarious. I know this because when I first moved to London, before discovering the joys of squatting, I couch-surfed my way into spending a brief stint…

Matthew Stone performance- Conduit Gallery, Milan “You wanna come to Milan with me and be part of a dance piece I’m performing at an art gallery?” asked my friend Matthew Stone. “It’s going to involve lots of roaring, you and me wresting, and about thirty ballerinas.” “Yeah sure. Why not?” I said, suddenly registering the severity of the word ‘dance.’ “I love roaring.” Matthew is an artist. I know this because he always has lots of weird dangly things hanging…

My parents “Why is it that all gynecologists are men?” asks my mother, sounding concerned. “Doesn’t that seem a bit weird to you? I mean, what’s the incentive there?” My mother has an OBGYN appointment this afternoon. Her gynecologist is a small Chinese man whom she despises. As per normal, she’s called me up the hour before, attempting to psychoanalyze Dr. Cheng. “I don’t want that creep looking at my you-know-what.” “Why don’t you just change doctors if you hate…